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“You won’t be able to touch me, see me, taste me, hear me, or smell me. The only thing that you’ll be able to do is lie there while I make you come uncontrollably.”

A heavy pulse of arousal begins to pound through me. I’m not sure why he thinks that forcing me to orgasm is a punishment, but I am more than happy to take one for the team here . . . at least, I think I am.

“We’ll go to five. Four for being bratty. And one for good measure.”

I nearly stop breathing. I’ve never come that many times in a row in my life, not even when I spend an evening with my vibrator.

“Fi—”

He catches my chin before I can finish my protest, forcing something cold and hard between my lips. I hear a ratcheting sound and feel my jaw widen with each click until I can’t move my mouth.

I grunt in frustration, running my tongue along the rubber rim of the device to try to understand what it is.

Weston plants a tender kiss on my forehead. “Sorry, princess. I wanted to stuff your mouth instead, but you’re going to need to breathe through this.”

I try to respond, but my words come out sounding like garbled nonsense as my nose is pinched together, cutting off that airway.

“Remember to shake that head for me back and forth if you need me to stop. I won’t push you too far. I promise.”

I nod my head, feeling surprisingly calm even though I would probably be in a panic if this were anyone else.

“Just let go and focus on the pleasure,” he whispers before he slips something into my ears, and everything goes silent.

Chapter 27

Weston

Iclimb off the bed, taking a minute to fully appreciate the woman in front of me—every curve, every line, every inch of her. She looks like a goddamn supermodel with her back arched and long legs splayed open for me to play with, but my favorite thing about this moment isn’t how she looks.

It’s her submission.

Because Caroline doesn’t hand over her control easily. She’s fiercely independent and the fact that she’s willing to let me in, to trust me with this, tells me everything I need to know—we’re going to figure it out.

I walk toward the fireplace and open the trunk that I ordered from Worth over a month ago. It’s filled with pretty much everything you could need to execute a solid BDSM scene. One side has hanging impact play instruments like floggers, canes, and crops, while the other is stacked with drawers that contain a full assortment of toys.

I glance back to check on Caroline before I pull out my phone and open a brown noise sound loop. The noise-canceling headphones I placed in her ears should be enough, but I don’t want her to be able to anticipate anything that’s about to happen—I want her to simply feel.While we probably should have talked about limits before trying anything like this, I have no doubt that she’ll let me know if I go too far.

She flinches when I press play, clearly not expecting anything to come out of the headphones.

I can tell that she’s already worked up, so I don’t think her first orgasm will take long. But I’m going to need to give her some time to recover after that, so I prepare a few things and place them within arms reach before I begin.

My mattress is firm, but Caroline can still feel it dip as I kneel beside her because her breath catches in anticipation. I wait a moment, letting her mind wander to where I’m going to touch her—how I’m going to touch her.

After she lets out a frustrated moan, I take pity on her and begin to trail the tail of the leather flogger up her leg. I don’t plan to hit her with it—I just want to keep her on her toes.

I repeat the process on her other leg, enjoying the way she tenses right before I get to her pussy. It almost feels like I’m painting her body, creating a beautiful pink flush along her skin as I work her up without truly touching her.

Once I finish up with the flogger, I place it on her stomach for later. The weight of it will distract her momentarily while I grab the next toy.

As a surgeon who has had to remove far too many items from my patient’s bodies, I made sure to find a dildo with a suction cup base, just in case it ends up going in her ass one day.

Hey . . . a man can dream.

Considering how wet Caroline already is, I don’t need to apply any lube to the silicone cock before I use it on her. I simply slideit between her thighs, coating it in her arousal just like I did with the spreader bar before I let her feel the tip of the toy teasing her entrance.

Judging by the needy little hum she lets out, she knows exactly what’s about to happen . . . and she’s desperate for it.

I give in, pushing the dildo forward an inch. I’m so enraptured by how well she takes it that I nearly lose control and start pounding it into her the way I’ve wanted to since she grinded against me in the hot tub.

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